The alarm continued as MIFT went to the Laugh Floor.
"Who's trapped?" Val asked.
"It's Mike!" Celia answered.
"Come on, let's go. We need to get power to this control panel. Val, Jamie, generator," Fritz explained.
"Look out! Coming through!" Val said as Jamie followed.
"We need cable, stat," Fritz informed.
"Yes, sir," Jamie replied.
"Cutter, bypass control," Fritz said.
"You got it," Cutter nodded and did so.
"We got power!" Val and Jamie stated.
They then got the door back up.
"Back in business!" Duncan declared.
Mike opened the door, sighed, then started to say, "I spent my whole life trying to get my foot in the door. Then I couldn't even get it..."
He then stepped on the exposed control panel, sending the door around like crazy, to which Mike screamed.
"Oh man," Jamie and Y/N commented.
"Mike!" Celia shouted.
"The control panel's fried. Cutter, open the pit," Fritz instructed.
"Way ahead of you!" Cutter said.
"Open in three, two, one," Fritz replied, it was open, then he remarked, "Duncan. Eyes down below."
"Yep!" Duncan nodded.
They opened the pit under the door station and Duncan went down.
"Backup system's shorted out," Duncan informed.
Mike continued screaming as the door went everywhere.
"Don't worry, Googly bear, we're getting you down," Celia assured.
"Switch to manual override," Fritz said and it was done.
"Schmoopsie-poo!" Mike yelled.
But then the door with Mike was lifted to the track and it flew out of the Laugh Floor.
"Oh. Mike..." Celia whispered.
"Googly bear..." Sulley added.
"Should I fly to get him out?" Y/N suggested.
"No," Sulley answered worriedly then added calmly, "We'll get him down another way."
"Duncan, reverse the conveyor track," Fritz instructed.
"Reverse! Yes, sir," Duncan responded, attempted it, then informed as he continued, "It's rusted in place! I can't turn it."
"Duncan's arms are way too scrawny and far too weak," Fritz exclaimed.
"I heard that," Duncan said.
"Val?" Fritz wondered.
"Sorry, these puppies aren't long enough," Val told him.
"Jamie?" Fritz asked.
"What? No," Tylor objected in a concerned tone, making Jamie confused.
"Then you can do it, Tylor," Fritz decided.
"Me?" Tylor asked.
"Get in there, champ, and wrench that nut," Fritz told him.
"Come on, big guy," Val urged.
They continued chanting as Tylor looked conflicted.
"Hey," Jamie said, getting his attention, then assured while resting her hands on his shoulders, "You got this, Ty."
She handed his wrench to him. He nodded to her with a smile, which she returned, and he got down there. It took a minute, but he wrenched the nut and the door came back.
"Ready. Now!" Fritz signaled.
Duncan managed to grab the door and lower it back down. He got out before Mike opened the door.
"Another laugh canister..." Mike started, the canister filled up, then he finished, "...filled."
He then fell flat on his face, knocked out.
"Only took him two hours to burn through all thirty-six-and-a-half hours of energy," Sulley said.
"Who knew anyone could do that?" Y/N shrugged.
"Oh, let's just let him sleep," Celia said, covering Mike with a blanket, then thanked, "Great job, MIFT. And thank you, Tylor."
"No, no. It was a team effort, really. Really," Tylor said.
"Well, they couldn't have done it without you," Celia smiled before leaving.
"You did it!" Jamie cheered while hugging him, which he returned.
"You wrenched the heck out of that nut," Val said.
"You finished your first job as a MIFTer," Fritz declared.
"Yeah!" Val nodded happily.
"This calls for a celebration!" Fritz stated.
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A/N Awesome job, Tylor!